An Eighth Shot of Espresso: Coffee and Creativity on Mum's Third Shift

Many times  blistered by harsh  criticism  the words raise  invisible welts  of shame  on my skin  and in my mind even all these years later a soul parched in the heat of indignation  and the scars  remain

As you read  my poetry taste my phrasing: is it sweet  like honey or sour like an overripe lemon? spiky like an  uncomfortable truth hard to swallow? abrasive  like sandpaper  or rich  like caramel  dipped in chocolate? Will you savor every morsel or just gulp it down?

As much as  a billionaire wishes,  nobody controls the stars they have been there long before  he was born they will shine long after he is gone the sheer wonder of their glory cannot be quantified in profit for the heavens  and the cosmos at this time are untamed  by Man

A strong arm  to support  the weight  of an entire  family  is not one  to be  underestimated  Mama can  pack a punch  if her kin  is threatened and she does not hesitate  but she can  hold you up  if you need  the boost.

The thunderous beats of a drum  drives the dance the music courses through every pore of your body let the fires  of passion  fuel your limbs  and give form  to your movement  Don't let rigid rules  stand in your way free your mind from its shackles of convention  feel the rhythm  and match it.

Tomorrow  I will try  to take  better care  of myself  it means  no caffeine  cut back  on sugar  and exercise  right.  Get enough sleep try not to be too stressed out. Of course  I have made  this kind  of resolution  before.